He floats like a butterfly, he stings like a bee
Me (whispered into his ear): Baby? You awake?
Him: …
Me: Honey? (Kiss, kiss…kisskisskiss on his stubbly cheek) Are you sleeping? I need to ask you a quick question. Very important.
Him: Mmmmm…I was sorta sleepin’…what’s up?
Me (Kiss, kiss): Did you remember to bring home that black sweater for me from work?
Him: Yup.
Me: REALLY?!
Him: Already washed. Laying flat to dry.
Me (kiss, kiss, kiss!): Wow, you’re the greatest!
Sam: Yeah, well, the greatest is trying to sleep.
Me: Hey, I’m having a moment here. I’m feeling nice. You oughta take the niceness where you can get it. It is fleeting, after all.
Sam: …
Me: Anyway, thanks for taking such great care of me. There. (Kiss, kiss.) I’m done. Go back to sleep.
Sam: Sure, baby. And thanks for taking such moderately good care of me.
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